Dark-13 was destroyed. Kaleen, of Dark-13, wondered how she would start a new life on First World without Riley, Tolbert, and even without Joseph, with whom she had spent seven years on the ill-fated planet.
Eisenhower was the outcast of the new group, but he made himself quite comfortable with Kaleen and Melinda.
“This is First World, much different from your planet, and any other in the Outer System, because it’s closest to the sun. Also, it’s made almost entirely of iron.”
“Wow, that’s amazing,” Kaleen said. “You must really love your home planet.”
“Actually, I’m originally from Fifth Planet, which was destroyed by some sort of chemical bomb.”
“You’re lucky you made it out. How did you leave? Was it as difficult as it was for us leaving Dark-13?”
Eisenhower didn’t want to go into the details of his troubled past, so he simply smiled at the girls and continued walking. They passed many of the iron sculptures that dotted the landscape and had been a refuge of sorts to Zion after she escaped from The Coalition. Though the planet seemed peaceful, Melinda couldn’t help but notice that something was missing.
“Where is everyone?” she asked, her eyes like flashing light as they blink at rapid speed in many directions.
“From the looks of it, Mel, there hasn’t been anyone here for years.” Eisenhower peered in awe as well, because the place in which he had lived and worked wasn’t there at all. What he saw: desert, dirt, and iron sculptures were as new to him as the second and third chance he received at life.